Hey guys, sorry this is so late ); Had a minor case of writer's block.
Pyrite drives forward, still determined to reach his destination. Suddenly, he hears a sloshing noise in the back as the car begins to slow.
"What's that? What does this mean?" He asks, gesturing to an arrow that was pointing to E on the dashboard.
"I assume it's an abbreviation for empty. The vehicle must be out of fuel," Lace explains as the two get out of the car.
The pair notice a sign on the side of the road. Shell.
"Perhaps we can ask this "Shell" entity where we can locate more." Lace suggests.
Pyrite nods, and the duo step into the gas station.
Lace walks up to the man behind the register. He seems to be in charge of the establishment. He welcomes them with a nod.
"Do you know where we could find some fuel for our vehicle?" She asks, pointing to the car outside.
The man was short and fat, with a thin black mustache. He spoke with a heavy southern accent.
"Y'all tellin' me you never seen a gas station before?" He asks, incredulous.
His serious expression changes into a kindhearted smile. "Well then, c'mon! I'll help y'all get some good ol' petroleum oil." He says, walking out the door.
Lace and Pyrite follow him as he goes around to the back of the car and starts pushing. "Name's Jebediah. Gas Station owner and songwriter," He grunts, putting all his effort into pushing the car.
The man groans with stress, but the car doesn't move an inch.
Lace nods, and Pyrite puts one hand on the car. He starts walking forward, easily pushing the vehicle.
Jebediah wipes sweat off his brow and whistles. "Yer' pretty strong, stranger. What's yer' name?" "Pyrite," The golden Gem replies as he moves the car into place.
"That a nickname, 'er sumthin'?" He asks. "No."
The man pulls out a pump and connects it to the car. Liquid starts flowing into the car, filling up the tank.
"Yeh know what I like about you, Pyrite? Yer' mysterious. Mama always said I had sum' strange fascinations." He reminisces.
He pulls out the pump and puts it back. "That should do it."
"Y'know Pyrite. You're quite a character. I oughta write a song about you," Jebediah says.
"Please don't," Pyrite says, getting into the car along with Lace. The two drive away, cruising at a high speed.
Jebediah sighs and sits down in a rocking chair. "Well, back to me and my gas station," He sighs. He takes out a guitar from behind him and strums a note. He begins to play an upbeat song, and sing at the same time.
Well, out on the open road,
Two strangers were travelin' abroad
They came into my humble abode,
I welcomed them with a slight nod
The blue one came right up to me,
And said "Where can we find some fuel"
I offered to help them, gladly
And got up off my stool
Yeah, I went out to their vehicle
It was too heavy for me to budge
The gold one was as strong as a mule
All he needed was a little nudge
He introduced himself as Pyrite,
The blue one's name was Lace
Oh, they were a strange duo all right,
They left without a...trace...
Jebediah finishes his song with a slow strum on the guitar.
He sighs, and looks up at the stars.
Pyrite presses a button on his tactical helmet and opens up a map. athey're getting close to Empire City. Less than 10 miles away.
He looks at Lace. She hasn't moved a single inch on the trip, except when they had to stop to get gas.
White Diamond knows what she could be doing in that big brain of hers.
He assumed it would be better not to ask questions. After all, it was her privacy.
Maybe one day he could admit his feelings for her. From the first time he had laid eyes on her, he had felt something for her.
Maybe it was what the other species called "Love."
No. He couldn't do that to her. He knew what happened when a Gem gave birth. They passed on their own gem to their offspring, never to return.
He couldn't give birth. After all, he was male. He wondered if it was a curse or a blessing. Doomed to drift through the endless cycle of life, never dying. Not needing nourishment, or sleep. All the other necessities that other living creatures needed to live, he could do without.
So why did the Gems consider themselves living? Maybe, as the only immortal beings, they just wanted somewhere in the universe where they belonged. They wanted to fit in.
Just like him.
Well, that was fun to write. Especially the song. It wouldn't be Steven Universe without singing! Also, I wanted this chapter to be about Pyrite and what goes through his head when he's alone. As always, thanks for reading and reviewing! :)